#CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IS INCLUDED

[paganinpurple]

AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.

Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.

If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

[simmila]

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[atla-confessions]

Z/Ks really leave the impression they like minorities in fiction but hate them irl.Y'all prattle on and on about the feminism and supposed interracial rep and oh think of the children !!But when a poc or queer person or minor regardless of gender hates your ship you quit the nice routine and attack us and then cry wolf over how 'Kataangers are puritans who can't even handle constructive critisism' and y'all're willing to throw the minority(pun intended)of good Z/ks under the bus as 'posers' for acting like normal people instead of shiprotted basement dwellers.I've gotten like 10+ anons misgendering me and an obsessive one saying exactly what i said is wrong to say who did a weird mock aave-y nickname of me and even called me 'Mx' but also she instead of he and pussy'd out when i put them on blast that i baited them into sending me anon hate so i could block.Z/Ks harrassed my baby brother too,including ageist comments and so many other wlwoc and moc and trans people in the Atla fandom have spoken about how they were fine with Z/K and even shipped it but the negativity and entitlement and close-mindedness of Zutradras completely ruined the ship for them.It's not us,it's you.And because i want really hammer this in in all my anti Z/K asks from now on:Your crush on Zuko was always and would always be one-sided.You're not good enough for him or Katara and y'all real bold thinking a guy like Aang would be into you or that you're like Katara when her punk(subculture)ass had more emotional intellegence and decency at 14 than y'all do as even older than me

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[yanderu-deredere]

a/n: here's one of the new boys! i figure i should crank these new boys out before i include them in a few more requests! also omg thank you so so much! idk if it was my pathetic begging but i got so so many requests and ill definitely crank those out too!

warning: gender neutral reader, stalking. cat fishing, phone sex, non-consensual filming

soren 'soleil' ravi kumar ★ profile

there's not a lot of places you could meet soren becos he's such a dedicated musician and becos to become his new obession you have to be related to his current one

which brings us to the fact that you have to know him thru his band

of course a lot of these posts are just suggestions of how the yans can meet their darlings but i really truly think that soren would do well with meeting his darling at a meet and greet

meet and greets are where the band sits at a long table and the fans line up to greet each member one on one for a few seconds each, long enough to get a few sentences in, maybe give the member a pre approved present, get something signed, etc

the meet and greets are ofc very tiring and, after a while, the faces get very samey

however, when he sees you, he immediately thinks wow, very cute

its kind of a not-very-well-hidden-secret that soren sometimes sleeps with some of the groupies

it's well hidden enough that only the really really dedicated fans know about it but its like not well hidden enough that the paparazzi sometimes catch him going out with some of them

he's earned kind of a playboy label but like nobody's really put two and two together that they're all just dedicated acatalepsy fans

anyway, when he sees you, he thinks might fuck around and see if he can talk you into sleeping with him loool

but then you open your mouth and then he thinks might fuck around and shee if he can talk you into wearing a ring around that finger, if you know what i mean

"Hi! Sorry, ohmygosh, I'm so happy to see you!" You rush out, giggling in that same drunken way a lot of fans do when they sit down in front of them for the meet and greet.

Soren laughs boyishly, nodding as he takes your album and signs his name "Yeah, I get that a lot. Who should I sign this to?"

You tell him your name and, for some reason, he pairs it with his last name in his head. Sadly, he can't write it down but he does add a cutie in front of it when he scribbles it onto the front of your copy.

"Uhm, I know we only have a few seconds but I just wanted to say that I loved your first album. A lot of fans don't appreciate it to much and, hot take, don't tell the other Asteropos but I feel like the other albums just don't have the same spark as the first two do."

After your little spiel, you sit there, fiddling with your fingers so cutely and all Soren could do was stare at you. Instead of shutting up, you continued, too nervous to do anything else.

"I mean, the meaning to the lyrics were just so profound in the first two albums and the thematic tie ins were so satisfying but I feel like the newer albums, you're just making coincidences to make coincidences, and they're not really to do anything and-- I don't know. I just-- miss the old Soleil, I guess."

Then, as if sick of how much you were embarrassing yourself, you squeaked out a small apology, touched his hand (which was absolutely electrifying, grabbed your album and then moved on to the next member.

Soren had never been so in love in his entire life.

its very much the case of 'nobody's ever punched me before in my entire life and now im in love with you' trope but it's like nobody's ever been so like nice but critical of him?

like it's the price of being popular i guess? but everyone either really loves him so he can do no wrong or really hates him so everything he does is wrong

but you are such a sweet and nice middle that it feels so nice and pleasant! like constructive critisism?? and you're not being paid to give it to him? why? you care about him? oh myog od?

its because you love him. the two of you are meant to be!!

he already has your information from where you bought the tickets! they had to take your credit card information (which included your billing address) and your phone number

he'll try to use the band as much as he can to get as close to you as possible!

maybe your ticket to the concert was used in a raffle and you won! now you get to spend a whole day with him doing whatever the two of you want!

he'll show you around the studio, the two of you can talk about whatever the two of you want, you can do whatever

he'll flirt with you as much as possible lmaooo but what he wants from you is more than what he's ever wanted from any of the fan fuck buddies he's ever had before

The office chair the two of you sat on creaked under your shared weight and the sound snapped you a little bit out of your arousal. You were, after all, in the room he used to write songs and brainstorm ideas.

It felt a little blasphemous to fuck there.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You stuttered out, looking nervous and unsure, even as your hips ground down into his.

He just laughed, bright and sweet as his large palms pressed into your skin, one of hands pushing into your shirt, trying to undress you, while his other hand cupped your thigh, pulling your legs apart.

"Darling, if I don't have you right now, I think I'll go crazy." He muttered against your ear, that melodic voice you were so used to hearing singing such innocent songs now uttering much dirtier words.

It made a shiver go down your spine.

You quickly nodded, agreeing, your fingers tangling into his locks when his lips latched onto your neck, teeth marking their way down to your clavicles.

he wants you to belong to him wholly and completely so you can take care of him and give him compliments and constructive criticism and so you can inspire him!

neway if you think he's just a one night stand, he'll show you a one night stand!

lol but seriously though, he won't let you get away after one night. you're his eternally

he might fuck around and make a fake fan account and get to know you that way too becos of course he would

he kind of has all the money in the world so he doesn't care what he has to do to make you his, he'll do it

might even fuck around and pay someone to put cameras where you live cus like he cant go around skulking in your neighborhood but if he puts cameras there, he won't have to!

but yeah, definitely a pain in the ass lmao and like he's socially adept enough that he knows how to hide his obsessive tendencies well so that you don't really see them

to you, it'll feel like you met the popstar of your dreams and he fell in love with you after spending a day with you (which you won through a raffle you were entered into?) and now the two of you are dating? weird

Soren held his phone in between his ear and his shoulder, his hands unbuttoning his uncomfortable jeans "I'm sorry I can't be with you, baby. You know I hate travelling but I have to."

You nodded, pout playing across your face, your knees pulled to your chest and your cheek pressed to your knee. You were sat against the headboard of Soren's expensive California king sized bed, feeling lonely and small. All he could hear was your sigh.

He could see everything though.

After all, he had a camera pointed right at you and it was streaming right into his laptop camera. He really was telling the truth when he said he wanted nothing else than to be with you and, if you said the magic words, he'd quit and be with you all the time.

However, there he was, in Australia. And there you were, all by your lonesome.

"Why don't you do something for me, hmmm, baby?" Soren palmed himself, not quite fishing his cock out of his underwear quite yet "Something to help you feel less lonely?"

When you hummed in agreement, he continued "Why don't you go lay down on my bed and take off all of your clothes and maybe play with yourself while we talk on the phone?"

He definitely heard your breath hitch.

"I'll talk you through it." He reassured you, his dick already chubbing at the thought of watching you hanging onto his every word, following his every command "And I want to listen to you cum over and over."

"Cus you're mine right, baby? You're mine, even if I'm millions of miles away, right?"

[yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation]

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

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🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

This may be a simple question but it doesn't have a simple answer 😅

So I will sometimes listen to music while writing but it depends upon the emotion I want to convey at that particular time. My taste in music is eclectic to say the least. Breaking Banjamin, Evenesance, Creed, Imagine Dragons, Skillet, 3 Doors Down, Avatar 1 & 2 Soundtracks, Disney Songs, etc... Just depends on my mood.

That being said I mainly write with the TV turned on and a mindless show playing in the background. The Office, Doctor Who, My 600lb Life, The Last of Us, The Big Bang Theory, Great British Baking Show, Forged in Fire, Cutthroat Kitchen, Project Runway, Terra Nova, Etc... Just to name a few I've watched episodes of while writing recently. 😅 I'm just an eclectic person.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

They do actually. My husband knows and has read a little. My sister's all ask me about my stories frequently, and they told my parents and now my mom is an avid reader of Storms of the Past. I have friends that know as well. What can I say I'm a nerd and proud of it!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Storms of the Past is my sweetest one so far. I love a good "Tonowari & Ronal adopt Spider" fic and in SOTP Spider is a little kid when they adopt him and there are a lot of sweet Spider and his family moments.

Home is a close second. It's a oneshot between Quaritch and Spider, while they are on the Sea Dragon, before the raids on the villages.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I, and I cannot stress this enough, LOVE THEM!!! I adore reader interaction of any kind. I love hearing what others think of my works, love hearing ideas from my readers and will try to include them if I can. Constructive critisism is also gladly accepted as that helps me improve my writing.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

A bit of both. I have an idea of where I want my fics to go and have a few major plot points planned out, but don't worry about every little detail to get there. I will outline chapters before writing but that's about it.

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[deathofapiano]

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౨ৎ i write both sfw and nsfw content. my sfw content is open for minors but nsfw is NOT! i am not responsible for what you consume.

౨ৎ i write a variety of posts. i write fanfics (multiple chapter), oneshots, headcanons, drabbles, etc.

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౨ৎ i will probably respond to requests including topics i like better but will eventually get to all of them

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౨ৎ i use apps such as discord, pinterest, tumblr, and spotify a lot. when we're friends i prefer for us to talk to eachother through discord!

౨ৎ huge hazbin hotel, helluva boss, bsd, saiki k, omori, little nightmares, toh, south park fan (dazai's literally my pookie)

[cupcake-draws]

Introduction

Hi! My name is Cupcake!

I am 20 and go by all pronouns including it/its and neos. I use this blog to post my art and hopefully document the progress I make over time.

You can find me on artfight! Hurray!

My main is @blessedshortcake !

Get to know more under the cut!

I am a beginner so please don't be too judgemental. I will probably post more of my digital works rather than traditional but expect both. This place is art only but I am open to chat too if anyone is ever interested in stuff lol

I am Hungarian so English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes I make and feel free to correct me. I welcome constructive critisism about how I type more than about what I make /lhj

I am neurodivergent and have a handful of symptoms I am still making sense of so you may see me use tone tags. I won't force anyone to use them but I may ask for clarification at times since I am a little slow.

My current interests are Cookie Run, Arcane, Batfam, FNAF, Madness Combat and Undertale so I will probably post art about those the most. I usually make shitposts, memes or sketches/edits tho.

You may also see me make art about my friends and I, my headmates (I have OSDD but I won't go into explicit detail unless I know you, some questions are fine tho!) and probably what catches my eye from time to time.

I have OCs but I am not confident enough to draw them yet sooo yeah. Someday maybe.

My main account is @blessedshortcake ! You can find out more about me there, see how I am usually, my writing, more personal stuff I guess.

Boundaries

Spam interactions are welcome and very appreciated!

Reblogs > Comments > Likes

My DMs are open but I may take a little to reply. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by conversations or get anxious when I don't know what to say, but I love to chat so feel free to hit me up! (Tho it may be smarter to DM my main account haha)

My asks and submissions are also open if you have anything to ask me or want to show me! :)

DNI

MAP/PEAR/Pedophiles or whatever you are called. No thanks

If you ship/excuse/support incest/pedophilia, fictional or irl

Racists/Homophobes/Abelists, bigots in general

I am not an all seeing entity so if you notice that I am engaging with somebody who has been a dick then please tell me. I don't do a deep cleaning research on everyone's blogs who I come across but I'd like to know if it happens!

AI users/"artists". (Character AI, ChatGPD, etc)

TERFs, JK Rowling fans, RADFEMs

[cosmiccc-gayness]

Dead by Daylight X Dying Light Chapter Concept: 'The Survivors of the Fall'

(PART 3: KILLER PERKS)

Predatory Presence

Being an infamous and terrifying creature, people fear you. They tend to panic in your presence, making any progress just that more difficult to achieve.

While Survivors are in your Terror Radius, Skillchecks appear twice as often. Additionally, there is a 33% chance that the Skillcheck will be backwards, a 33% for there to be no Great zone, and a 33% chance for there to be a Phantom Skillcheck. These effects persist for 10 seconds after the Survivor has exited your Terror Radius.

��� The Skillcheck effects of Predatory Presence will stack with anything else that negatively affect Skillchecks.

• Phantom Skillchecks are when a Skillcheck noise plays, but no Skillcheck appears.

Sentimental Predator

Pilgrims and Survivors already intrude on land thats rightly yours, so you must protect what belongs to you at all costs.

Whenever a Survivor starts interacting with any Killer-Specific Items, Dull Totems, Hex Totems, or Chests, you gain an auditory que. Additionally, any Survivor that finishes any of these interactions will suffer from the Hindered status effect for 60 seconds, and any injured survivors will be inflicted with Deep Wound.

• Killer-Specific Items include: Bear Traps, Phantasm Traps, Alarm Clocks, Jigsaw Boxes, Pools of Devotion, Portals, Cages of Attonement, Victor, Supply Crates, Vaccines, Zombies, Lament Configuration, Dire Crows, TVs, The Remnant, First Aid Sprays, The Standard, Drones, EMPs, Control Stations, Nightrunner Deaddrop Crates, and Immunity Boosters.

• The Deep Wound affect is not applied when an injured survivor cleanses at a Pool of Devotion, unless some other effect prevents them from healing.

Scourge Hook: Vile Touch

As a mutated and disgusting creature, coming into contact with civilians has lasting effects on their health.

At the start of the trial, up to 4 random hooks are changed into scourge hooks. You see their auras in white.

When a Survivor is unhooked from a Scourge Hook, they suffer from the Broken status effect for 30 seconds, as well as the Exhausted status effect for 60 seconds, which also effects the unhooker. Additionally, the unhooked survivor suffers from the Mangled status effect until they are downed, or fully healed.

• Scourge Hook: Vile Touch does not cancel the effects of perks like Resurgence, Reactive Healing, or Solidarity.

(And thats PART 3 of my Dbd X Dying Light Chapter Concept, The Killer Perks. I tried to play the number values a little safe since we have no idea how strong this would be until it actually gets tested. Friendly/Constructive critisism welcome.)

I have decided that I am actually going to atart posting about media that I like rather than just lurking and posting my thoughts that are usually completely unrelated.

That being said I have a Dead by Daylight X Dying Light concept that Ive been working on so thats going to be the first thing I post about in a reblog thread :)

[fewwawifwiends]

little one - dr3 & original female character

disclaimers: first published risque fic, read at your own discretion - 

explicit, but not too explicit just yet, lemme explain: i’ve been going back and forth those 

4k and a lil’ something words for a couple days now, i needed to put this out there before continuing to get more invested and trashing the entire thing.

so any feedback is much appreciated (dms always open, this a 24/7 operation). 

contains original named female character because i can’t write in second person to save my life. 

also, nothing is capitalized. and this has not been proof-read, beta’d or anything else that writers do

hope you enjoy!

here was a beach party, one of many. endless amounts of alcohol, music so loud ella could barely hear herself think -not that there was any reason to think, actually. there were people dancing the night away, drink in hand and she’d be doing just the same for the past few hours. the crowd was wild, but her friend group was even wilder, and that’s all she needed to have a good time; be surrounded by her loved, laughing idiots, doing their silly dances and dragging her along to whatever came to their mind.

  it had been the perfect winter break. or summer break, considering she was in australia of all places to spend christmas.  

she’d been through a tough couple of years, and taking a couple months just for herself turned out to be exactly what the doctor ordered. or fate, if you believe in that shit. but finding cheap tickets to australia, deciding to turn her winter into summer, without a clue of what to do and where to stay aside from a cheap hostel she booked was easily the craziest thing she’d ever done. but also perhaps the best.

the past few weeks had been a journey, to say the least. one minute she was taking a walk on the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the sand under her feet, and the other she was making friends with what she’d call -affectionately, later on- adrenaline junkies. those guys were doing motor cross, riding bikes on platforms, bungee jumping, those high trampolines that they harness you in -and not in a kinky way, as one of the group didn’t fail to comment- driving cars at ridiculous ‘circuits’, on and off road. and it was mandatory she tagged along, if not participate. and she did.

  ella came to know all of them and despite being the youngest and least experienced -in any aspect of what her vacation entailed, as it turned out- they never made her feel left out, not for a second. there was always something for her to do, like shoot the videos they liked to immortalise those near death experiences with. and it didn’t take too long or too much for her to feel comfortable, like she’d known them forever.

  except for one of the three: daniel. he was a tough one to get through. friendly, accommodating, sure, but he had those walls that just made feel something just a bit off.

  it was only natural to be guarded around new people, if anyone knew it, it was her. the new girl, who knew no one and could be murdered in the next minute for all she knew. but after countless experiences and long talks around a bonfire, without even realising it, she was sharing her whole life’s story. and daniel was still guarded.

  it took a few inside jokes and a bit more of rubbing off on him, but ella managed to see a couple chips in his armour. she didn’t pry, but he started sharing more, about his fears for the season to come and his hopes for his break, his career (even though she knew next to nothing about it), and sometimes, even his personal life. and those were the moments she found she cherished the most, just as much as the ones where she overcame her fears of heights, spiders, the death looming in the australian waters and the list goes on and on.

her short trip down memory lane left a smile on her drunkenly blushed face, eyes fixed on the stars, thanking them for her luck. but it ended abruptly, when a hand wrapped around her arm and yanked her to the side.

  “whatcha thinking, little one?” male voice, distinct australian accent, close to her ear. close enough to raise goosebumps on her skin. it was daniel. he was there from her day one, and insisted on calling her little one, ignoring her annoyance and complaints. at mid twenties, she was many things, little wasn’t one of them.

  “trying to think of ways to get you to call me by my actual name for once.” she retorted, mimicking his wide smile. she couldn’t help it, it was contagious.

  “not gonna happen. now come dance, break time’s over!” and with that he yanked her again, bringing her closer to him and swayed her in his rhythm. they stayed like that for a couple songs, arms flying in the air, hips and feet having a mind of their own.

  “you’re an appalling dancer, little one” daniel commented after getting closer to her yet again, bringing those almost goosebumps over her.

  “you’re one to talk. grandpa.”

  “for you, it’s daddy.” his voice was serious, but an all too well known glint in his eye gave him away, and the girl broke out in laughter, not bothering to try and hold it in.

  daniel was always trying to get a rise out of her, but always failed. while that would deter most, it only made him even more stubborn and hellbent on getting his way, get her to crack, leave her shocked.

  that’s how ‘little one’ originated. it was the first time ella showed any sign of annoyance, when he insisted on the nickname. but as soon as she saw how rewarding it was for him to let him get under her skin, she started ignoring it, until it became a norm for her to just reply to ‘little one’. and that was a strategy she enforced on anything else he tried, since it proved to have the opposite results: instead of ella being annoyed, dan took over that role, and she understood just how rewarding it was, taking every bit of pleasure at his failed attempts.

  “hey! what are you two lovebirds doing all by yourselves? mike is doing a handstand, we need our camerawoman!”

  that was theo, calling them over to join the rest of the group. they had only strayed about five feet away, but apparently that was enough to make them ‘lovebirds’. shaking her head and still laughing, ella went over, sure that daniel would follow. she taking her phone out of her pocket and started to film a very drunk mike, who could barely walk a straight line on his feet, try to do so on his hands.

  losing track of time and drinks was extremely easy, so there was no way to tell when exactly she found herself on the edge of their group, next to daniel, taking a break and just watching, taking everything in. ella found herself staring at the man next to her, who was fascinated by his friends’ attempt at dancing and flirting with a couple girls nearby. their communication was almost like watching a nature documentary, but instead of wildlife, there they were: drunk aussie men in their natural habitat, performing their mating call.

  daniel was watching them with a keen expression, not daring to take his eyes off the night’s main attraction and source of entertainment. he was focused, eyebrows furrowed and lips just a bit pursed.

  “god, i wanna sit on your face.” ella muttered, and her eyes went wide immediately, as she realised that that was said out loud. she didn’t even know where that thought came from, much less how it came to escape her lips, but it happened. in her panic, she froze, hoping, praying that daniel hadn’t heard that.

  “what was that, little one?” he swayed a bit to his right, lowering his head so he could hear what she said next. but this time, she didn’t know what she was supposed to say next. ella took a moment to think, eyes averted to the sea, away from him, and swallowed hard, taking a sip from her drink, trying to buy more time.

  “i said, wanna go to the sea.” and hopefully her lie would be convincing.

  “silly, we are at the sea.”

  “no, like, inside. i want to go for a swim, it’s way too hot here.”

“hey boys!” he raised his voice to get the attention of the rest. “little one wants to go for a swim, anyone in?”

  “i’d rather not get eaten by a shark just before new years, thanks.” theo replied and looked over to mike, who could just shake his head no. which was for the best, considering the alcohol in his system.

  “chickens!” ella shouted and put her hair up in a quick bun, and then took off her tank top and shorts, leaving her in her swimming suit. sure, it was hot, but the water was most likely cold and she’d need something dry to change into. without any delay, she started sprinting across the sand and into the sea. the water wasn’t cold at all. it was exactly what she needed to cool off without actually being cold. her back was to the shore, but after a couple swings of her arms to get her just a bit deeper, she turned around and found daniel making his way to the water.

  “if you wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask.” he winked and despite herself, ella felt another blush creeping up her cheeks, which was hopefully concealed by the darkness, away from the beach bar’s lights.

“you didn’t have to come in.”

  “what kind of responsible adult would i be if i left little ones unsupervised?”

“you. responsible. that’s a good one, ricciardo.”

  “rich, coming from the girl who dropped everything just to spend her winter with me.”

  “oh shoot, you saw right through me. i’ve been stalking you for years, just trying to get close enough to breathe the same air as the mighty f1 driver, danny ric.”

“and get in my pants, let’s not leave the important bits out.”

  “only you’d refer to your… ahem… bits, as important.”

  “low blow, little one.” he tried his best to be serious about it, try to seem offended, but his smile was reaching his eyes. his large hand went against the water and splashed ella’s face.

  “if you get my hair wet, i swear to go-”

“oh little one doesn’t want to get her hair wet? such a shame!”

  with just one swift movement, his arms found her legs underneath the water and picked her up, trying to drop her to sink just a moment later.

  ella was too fast though, wrapping her arms around his neck immediately, dragging him to sink beneath the surface with her.

  their impromptu dive didn’t last for more than a few seconds, but it was more than enough to feel his body heat and enjoy it. her chest was pressed against his and his arms were still under her legs, holding her tight.

  daniel pulled them up, still holding her and they found themselves locked. they breathed in at the same time and their eyes met, keeping them there for what could have been from milliseconds to a decade.

  ella’s drunken haze didn’t allow for much other than getting lost in his honey brown eyes and loosening her grip on his neck, leaving one hand almost limp on his shoulder, the other reaching down just barely to rest on his chest. his warmth just felt too nice to give up and the way he looked at her was borderline hypnotising.

  in whatever time they stayed like that, her foggy brain decided to play a funny little trick on her, reminding her of what she’d said earlier. about wanting to sit on his face. and before she could even begin to feel embarrassed about it, her mind flooded with images of how his eyes would look at her from between her legs, how his hands would feel against her thighs, something she was getting a pretty good taste of that moment, if only he would go just a bit higher-

“you can let go you know.” daniel rudely interrupted her thoughts, but tightened his grip on her.

  “i’m not the one holding you.” her voice came as a croaked whisper.

  “right.” he matched her tone and she felt his breath on her face. he smelled of rum and fruits. and he was still keeping her gaze, not letting go in more ways than she cared to count. 

“we should be getting back, the others-”

“might be dead or missing, you’re right.” and slowly, with light movements let her down. but not before she could feel his chest vibrate with his chuckle.

  hoping that her legs would take her to the short distance to the shore without trembling, ella started making her way out of the water.

she didn’t look back, even though it was weird not to, for some reason it just felt weird. but perhaps it was for the best that she didn’t. otherwise, she would’ve seen daniel practically ogling at her as she walked, each step revealing more of her waist, her legs, and well… her ass.

  these past few weeks had not been easy on him. he was looking forward to coming back to what he knew, his family, his friends, his home. and before he managed to get his feel and go back to monaco, his strict regime and his life as a driver and not just daniel, she came along.

  his friends decided to pick up the stray they found on the beach and bring her into their lives, and the rest was history. he was annoyed, of course he was. she was invading his vacation, his time off. he tried his best to not let anyone in on his disappointment, still tagging along, trying to make ella feel included. and that’s where he went wrong, apparently.

  all it took was a few jokes, some talks over a couple of beers and he found himself giving just parts of him away to her. it wasn’t a conscious decision by any means. he just ran his mouth before he could stop it and then it was too late. and he knew it was too late because nothing happened. there was no pity, sympathy, no special treatment. they just went on, like it never happened.  

she wasn’t entranced by the glitz and glamour of his life and job, and that was a relief from the get go. while there was no issue introducing himself to people who didn’t know him -much less perceive him  as a celebrity- it was tiring to see them become entirely different people as soon as they found out about his job description. suddenly, they were all nicer, thinking they could get something from him, no matter how big or small.

  but that wasn’t ella. even when he gave her bits and pieces of his personality, of his true self, she still remained the same. nothing seemed to rattle her and that had him sold. hooked. and that hadn’t happened in a hot minute, so it was a lot to take in, feeling normal again. while she’d disrupted everything, she managed to make home feel like home again.

  so then, daniel had the time and energy to take in the little things around him: how her eyes lit up when she was interested in something, the way she laughed when he joked with her, the feeling of her hand in his when he helped her on a hike that one time. and now, in his tipsy state, her figure. and he couldn’t, he didn’t want to take his eyes off. he should, he absolutely most certainly should. giving himself a mental slap on the face, daniel managed to snap out of it and follow the girl out of the sea and back to the bar, hoping to rejoin their friends.

  see? their friends. they were his friends. but now she was there as well. but the worst part weren’t the possessive pronouns or any other grammatical mishaps. the worst part was that even more than hoping that he’d find mike and theo, was that he was hoping they’d fucked off by now, and he’d get some more time with ella.

  the thought scared him a bit, but also he had seen it coming, in a way. and if he hadn’t before, the way she felt in his arms just a minute before was a dead giveaway.

  but as the night would have it, that was probably the only conscious thought he’d make come sunrise. as soon as he found himself closer to her, without bothering to dry himself off, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bringing their bodies disgustingly close. close enough that he could feel the curve of her back against him. and she could probably feel the semi he’d been sporting -and trying to repress- for the past few minutes.

  “i’m going to kill you.” she hissed at him, turning to look at him, locking his eyes with hers to underline the severity of her words, which were only met with laughter, pissing her off even further.

  she’d managed to actually keep her clothes dry, but of course the one and only daniel ricciardo had to screw that up for her, leaving her to air dry for the rest of the night. first her hair, now her clothes. she’d be going back home with a cold and a stuffed nose on a 24 hour flight was not a joke.

  struggling to get out of his tight embrace, ella immediately turned around ready to scold him. he had fucked up and he was going to have a piece of her mind whether he liked it or not. the moment her eyes caught the glint in his though, she was running her mouth again.

  “was that the only way you could get me wet, ricciardo?”

“don’t test me, little one.” he seemed… serious? was that an actual daniel ricciardo mode? she wasn’t sure if she liked it, so changing the subject was the only alternative.

  “have you seen theo and mike?”

  “nope.” he couldn’t say if he was happy or disappointed that their little ruse was cut short. he pulled out his phone, see if he had any texts or calls while they were gone, any sign that the rest of their group wasn’t dead in a ditch. and by the gods, there was. from theo.

  ‘mating dance worked. see ya in the morning’

“i’ll be damned. their mating dance worked” he said loud enough for ella to hear. her shocked expression was priceless.

  “absolutely no way. there’s no way that worked. it looked fucking ridiculous!”

  “i know right?!” he laughed, a small counter of all the times they’ve failed to bring someone back to their place playing in his head.

  he signed to ella that he was going to get drinks, expecting her to stay put. the last thing he needed was for her to run off to god knows where with god knows who- jesus he sounded like his mother. shaking the mental image from his head, he made his way back with a couple intricate, tropical cocktails, thankfully, finding ella where he left her.

  as he handed her her drink, he used his newly free hand to grab hers, twirling her and bringing her close enough so that they could hear each other. except he was met with less resistance than anticipated, so the strength he put in pulling her close, found them with their faces only an inch or two apart.

  “and now, i have you all to myself.” a mischievous grin laced his lips.

  “oh no, should i be scared, mr ricciardo?” eyes went wide, lips puckered and brow furrowed, feigning confusion.

  “we’ve been over this, little one. for you, it’s daddy.”

  once was a joke. twice is not a coincidence. he’s doing this on purpose. he’s riling her up only to bring her back down and finally get what he always wanted: bragging rights the he got under her skin. she heard his friends say he wasn’t a clean player, she didn’t imagine him ever fighting this dirty.

  unless, he heard her earlier, when she said the thing about… the thing, anyway. she wasn’t about to repeat it. not even in her head. the images that came the last time she thought about it taught her a valuable lesson: she was a visual thinker, and she wasn’t about to have a repeat of how he’d look with her hands lost in his curls, eyes travelling from her own to the rest of her body, hands exploring every inch they can reach- and there she was, doing it again after all. ella had to physically shake her head to try and dismiss the thoughts, but even that didn’t do the trick for the images still swirling around,  unbothered.

  “fuck me.” she scoffed to no one in particular, a bitter, tired smile framing her mouth, taking a large sip of her drink, downing almost half of it in one go. she welcomed the burning alcohol and the buzzing sensation like an old friend.

  “you wish.”

“yeah.” ella wasted no time in putting a hand over her mouth, staring at dan with eyes open in horror. “that’s not what-” she tried to save it, say that it wasn’t what she meant, she was thinking about something else and then- he cut her off. at first, he lowered his head and her breath hitched in her throat. then he moved away from her face and she could breathe again, but only until she felt his lips on her ear and heard him speak.

  “or… you can sit on my face.” she contemplated on whether she should plead the fifth, deny all charges and any other legal terminologies she could think of would help. ella though was a terrible liar, and when faced with such an outright statement that made her entire face burn with what she could only interpret as embarrassment, she could find no way around it. except for changing the subject. again. her speciality.  

“do you think that’s the line theo and mike used to get those girls to go home with them?” hopefully, steering the conversation back to their friends. smooth ella, smooth.

  “they said it was their mating dance.” he shrugged it off and took a small step back. she should be relieved, it worked! but she wasn’t… she felt… disappointed?

  her feelings were evident on her face and daniel didn’t miss a beat.

  “oh come on little one, i’m sure we can have fun just the two of us.” there was a hint of playfulness in his voice, but just a bit, so easy to miss. but ella, who’d been hanging on to his every word, didn’t miss it. and when he used his hooked index to tilt her chin up, have her look at him, that was hard to miss as well. “am i making you nervous, little one?”

  and there he was. turns out all it took was a couple innuendos, and he had ella all flustered and trying to keep it together. it did take him a bit longer than he would have liked, but now he could die a happy man. daniel could barely contain a grin from spreading on his face, and he wasn’t doing the best job either.

  “no.” she kept a straight face.

“don’t lie to me.”

  “am not.”

“are so.”

“i’m not doing this.”

  “and what are you doing then?”

  “you, if you’re up for it.” alcohol had the final say in the words that just ran from her mouth. her brain was frozen, useless anyway. and when it came to, all she could think was, tit for tat, right?

  it was safe to assume that under normal circumstances, she’d never let things get this far. but it was also safe to assume that nothing about that night had been in the realm of normal.

  ella couldn’t quite point out the tipping point, what clicked and the scales sided to this result. she’d be blind and an outright liar if she said that daniel wasn’t attractive. but so were so many other people, she didn’t go up offering herself like today’s deal. but still, hidden between the lines of poking fun and getting under the other’s skin, there was a sliver of seriousness that had been building up, alongside the tension, making all jokes just a bit less funny. only just.

  she’d blame it all on the alcohol, and that would be true. but only in part. the other part she didn’t dare to admit, even to herself. up until that very moment; up until the moment that daniel, still holding her face in place reached down and kissed her.

  he’d blame it all on the alcohol, and that would be true. but only in part. the other part, he didn’t dare to admit, even to himself. up until that very moment; up until the moment that ella, still having her eyes fixed on his gave him the green light.

  he might have misread the signs, if there were ever any. if there was a slap coming his way, he was probably ready to accept and respect it. probably. but if it never came, gods, his mind was racing with everything he wanted to do.

  daniel’s fascination with ella had been growing with each passing day they spent together. ever since that day she made her presence from a nuisance to familiarity, it all started to change. slowly but surely, along with letting her see him, he was seeing her as well. and while they’d only scratched each other’s surface, for him that was enough. she was enough. this was enough. if only she didn’t leave him wanting more.

  all he’d done was lean in and place his lips on hers, unsure of whether that was the right call or not. his body took over and he barely managed to keep it together, civil, if you will. if he didn’t manage to reign himself in at the very last nanosecond, they wouldn’t be sharing a soft, chaste even, kiss. he’d be picking her up, finding the nearest wall to support her and with his hands still digging into the flesh of her thighs, he’d be attacking her; lips would suck, teeth would bite, tongue would trace her lips, her jawline, her neck, reaching down to her collar bone, her chest-

time was frozen when their lips touched, they were frozen; the only thing that was moving were the images of what he’d do running through his head. until ella moved. he felt her arms wrap around his neck and a small moan escape her. and then his body was back in motion, his mind finally silent after what seemed like an eternity, as did the next few seconds? minutes? he couldn’t tell.

  all daniel knew was that he did find himself picking her up, lips still locked in a kiss that was heating up by the moment. chastity be damned, there was nothing holding him back. before he knew it, he had her back pressed against a wall, hands roaming on her thighs, gripping, caressing and gripping again, mouth devouring her lips, her skin, anywhere he could reach.

  and there was no sign of ella stopping him. if anything, she was matching daniel. her own hands were tracing his neck, fingers curling in his hair, lips open to welcome his. and when he’d pull back and make his way down the side of her neck, nibbling and biting along the way to her collarbone, her lips would still be busy, latched on to his skin in return, tasting the salt from the ocean.

  she could feel his erection pressing against her and after a while, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. testing the waters, she stopped holding on to him, running her hands down his back, on his waist, and once she deemed it secure enough, she brought one arm in between them, caressing his chest, riding down lower slowly, but surely, across his stomach and gave a tracing of his hand, reaching to her own thigh. and then, once she was certain that they could take it, her hand reached back out again, the only thing between their bodies, and found his cock, dedicating the same attention she’d given the rest of his body that she could reach; light touches, perhaps some pressure here and there and intricate patterns with her fingers.

  daniel sucked in his breath. “don’t-” he finally broke the silence that was only filled with sighs up until then.

  “why?” she didn’t stop.

  “not here. not now.” she kept going. “you’ll be the death of me.” he muttered and his lips attacked hers again. ella smiled through the kiss, hand still occupied, levering in the effect she had on him. deciding to amp things up, she broke their kiss, reaching down for his neck, looking for that spot that would make him groan.

  “fuck…” and bingo. “that’s it, we’re leaving.”

  and suddenly, ella’s feet were touching the ground and she heard the distinct sound of keys jiggling.

  “are you okay to drive?” she asked, suddenly feeling a bit more responsible.

  “never been more sober.”

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[utenanthyfanworkarchive]

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Welcome to the Utenanthy fanwork archive! The purpose of this blog is to collect any fanworks of Utena and Anthy that are posted on Tumblr for easier access to them. This blog is just for my personal fun, and hey, maybe you’ll like it too! Take a look around <3

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[just-a-real-human]

A tale of war.(Humans are space orcs)

SO! i decided to do something different, i won’t be exactly sticking to a single writing style forever, some stories will be Kr’Kn’s lectures(or maybe adventures of his? maybe), others will be more standard stories and yet others, like these, will be large scale battles with dramatic storytelling. ALSO! the comments are fixed now! so i can ACTUALLY get constructive critisism. I found two links for laser sound effect which are used in this story, OR you can imagine them yourself c: (P.S i don’t own any of the sounds)

https://youtu.be/whLbGbpt-E4 for the smaller laser effect. yes. SMALLER

https://youtu.be/o_Lv5GXYYvA for the BIG BOY. You’ll know when to use it. NOW ON WITH THE STORY

The Dr’achs attack on humanity was not exactly unexpected...but it was a surprise they’d do it so soon. They were a warfaring species, a succesfull one at that, taking homes, destroying planets by taking their recources, even bringing many species to extinction...we all assumed this would be the end of humanity, they never did have much military might. Don’t get me wrong!, their military was powerful, but there wasn’t much of it...at least that’s what we thought...oh how wrong we were.

The Dr’achs attack was swift, powerful, unexpected. The human homeworld (Earth or Terra, depends who you ask) Was utterly decimated, many cities fell, including every major capital. They killed every town, city or village they came across. The Dr’achs ordered the surrender of humanity, but their representitive, Grand Admiral Yeshua Ezekiel Alastair replied with but one simple sentence. “Psalm chapter 97″. Nobody knew what it meant, but the Dr’achs soon came to know it’s meaning first hand...

A mere three months after the devestating attack on Earth, a fleet had assembled, one of sizes inconcievable to anyone who saw it...millions, no, BILLIONS of humans had gathered around their pride and joy, their flagship, their capital...i cannot describe it’s power, it’s size...it’s might...

It was so immense we could see it pass our star clearly like an eclipse, blotting out the sun with it’s size and power...I must say, am i happy we did not attack humanity when we thought they were weak.

At the planet, many aliens had joined the fleet, be that to provide geniune support, to sate their curiosity, to record the happenings for the universe to see, or to simply see the might of the Deus ex machina. I don’t blame anyone who did, a small part of me joined the battle for that exact reason, of course i was mostly there to record the happenings, but still...that ship is incomprihensibly big, i could probably destroy a city simply by entering atmosphere above it!

At the home planet of the Dr’achs, Dr’ach’raz, Humanity gave one warning, telling the Dr’achs to surrender, giving them one chance to surrender. They naturally refused, and so, in reaction, Grand Admiral Yeshua simply smiled, saying “May the Lord have mercy on your soul, but i doubt hell will be pleasant.”

Ships flew all across the planet, engulfing it like a dyson sphere does a star, millions of ships flying to every city, village or remote bunker, having no mercy, they spared no man, woman or child. Every ship firing it’s devastating lasers at them, and at their capital, which humanity attacked last, the Dr’achs had put of an admirable defense, their turrets did most of the work, shooting down a ship every now and then, they sent thousands upon thousands in infantry, but the human ships simply fired on them with their heavy laser beams, their booming, horrible sound being a testament to their strength. Those ships tore down evey building they hit, like a hot blade through butter, cutting through ground, battering through bunkers and disintegrating infantry and  civilians alike. Military had hidden in bunkers so deep underground even their heavy lasers couldn’t break through, but that was their last mistake...

From within the bunkers, the surviving Dr’achs sat with shaking knees, regretting everything they had ever done, desperately attempting to open communications with humanity. Eventually, Alastair picked up, a thin smile on his face and raised eyebrow. “I had expected you dead, what seems to be the problem?” The Dr’achs looked at him, abject horror on his face. “Human! Turn back your ships at once! we-we surrender!” All Yeshua did...was laugh. He shook his head, still chuckling. “What makes you think we had the intention of accepting surrender? If we wanted your surrender, all we would have done is decloak our capital and show you!” The Dr’achs eyes went wide, his mouth agape as it looked at the screen showing what was happening above ground...

There it was, high above, darkening everything on the planet, was the human flagship, their new capital...The Deus ex machina, The God from the machine.

Above the bunker, the remaining ground troops gasped, looking up at the darkened sky. Many tried to flee, others tried to shoot it, yet others collapsed, fainted or dead from fear. None of it mattered anyways, for the many ships pulled back, returning to their God...and then everything went silent, as if all sound was pulled away, and then There was a horrible sound, Thunder was sounding all around the planet, made by all the disturbance the gravity of this massive ship was making and the dust and debris rubbing together... and suddenly a massive surface the size of a dwarf planet on the God’s belly started glowing a brilliant white-green colour, a horrible, a rising hum sounding all around, deafening all who heard it without protection. Then, the most horrifying thing i have ever observed...the gigantic laser fired, it’s brilliant white blinding me temporarily it cored through the planet like it was nothing, the sound returning in my dreams even to this very day. It blasted through the planet, going deeper and deeper, destroying the bunker like paper...but it did not stop...

It continued, not stopping untill...it hit the core. The planet started to glow from the inside out with the green hue of this massive beam,but this lasted all but a few seconds before it blasted apart. everything on that planet was dead...destintegrated, killed by the shockwave, or maybe, JUST maybe, some poor alien on the other side of the planet was alive long enough to see it’s home split...or maybe it was removed by the laser coming out the other side...

Humans were victorious, and every creature in the galaxy knew that humans were amazing at hiding their might...but not afraid to show it.

Human death count was maybe 5000, their victory was absolute, they remain a powerful force, and even a dozen of their heavy cruisers could have been sent to deal with this...but no, they wanted revenge...they NEEDED revenge, they needed to honour the dead by wiping those disgusting creatures away from the universe...and so they did, and the only ones remaining are on planets far away, praying everyday a human doesn’t come and end their existence...

Dr Kr’Kn on the destruction of Dr’ach’raz.

SO! that was a story displaying the fact that humans are not to be fucked with! i really hope you enjoyed and don’t be shy to post constructive critisism c:

Do keep in mind CONSTRUCTIVE, i want to improve, so please also tell me how to write better. Have a VERY nice day, and untill next time!

[azure-steel]

I fucking LOVE 4 in a Bed. For those of who aren't familiar; 4 in a Bed is a british TV show where 4 hotel owners compete for the hotel which is best value for money. The contestants get to give "constructive" feedback and critisisms on each others business.

The scores and comments can often be really cutting but the competition is actually determined by how much people are willing to pay for their stay. So the hotel with the highest final bill average wins the contest.

I think, if Cloud was to own a hotel I reckon it'd be like a motel on a highway specifically catering to the weary traveller looking for a simple bed for the night. Breakfast wouldn't be included because he can't cook so patrons would have to visit the lil cafe nearby if they want to eat in the morning. It'd be a basic place, not too expensive but defo nothing amazing which could win him the contest!

Cloud would also be quite critical of all the other contestants too, marking them down for petty things like finding a single curly hair in the shower, or a cobweb in the corner of his room. The rest of the contestants wouldn't like him and think him petty and immature (which we all know he is xD) but will be pleasently surprised on payment day when he actually pays everyone the full amount of their bill.

What kind of hotel would your muse own, and why? I wanna know!!

[new-timeline-new-me]

I have quite a few headcanons 😂 one of them is that Vanya originally wasn’t going to have a name, but Five told Grace to name her instead of him because he didn’t want a name and she clearly did. I firmly believe Five and Vanya were very close as siblings (she’d help him with his calculations where she could, he’d be her musical audience)

dude i LOVE this headcanon- like reggie would tell grace that if she insisted on giving them names then only give six of them names bc he just loved making vanya feel like shit. then five would definitely see how upset she was without something to identify herself with (there’s definitely a lot of dehumanization in how reggie just gave them numbers instead of names but i’ll spare you from me ranting about that for now) ;) 

so yeah five would see how upset she was and he’d go up to grace and say something like “no i don’t want a name I like being called five” then grace might be like “ok honey whatever you say” because children are like that especially her children. 

so she’d follow reginald’s order and she’d give vanya a name because he said to name six children  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also just the idea of five and vanya being super close makes me just- so soft 🥺

and she would definitely listen to him ramble on and on about different equations and the world (bc five is a huge nerd) and when five started to talk about time travel and his various theories about the limits of his powers and yeah she’d be supportive and give her various input but she’d definitely warn him and tell him to be careful (vs just shutting him down like reggie did) because she can’t lose her brother, she wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to him-

anyway five would LOVE to hear her play violin and he’d be a super good audience, standing ovations and such with also the smallest bit of constructive critisism- which vanya actually loved because no one really listens to her play and she doesn’t know what she could improve on- and its mostly stuff like “you sound a teeny bit sharp” or “maybe try and move your fingers at the same time” bc even though five is not musically inclined in the slightest he still loves trying to take notice of the violin and what sounds the best to help his sister get better 

five just makes vanya feel special, like her talent on the violin is extraordinary, and just as good, if not better than having super strength or any other superpower 

also -my own personal headcanon here- after he went missing vanya composed a piece on the violin for the first time. she called it “Lament of the Runaways” and it started out as an upbeat, somewhat happy/somewhat melancholy piece with that bittersweet tone, then near the middle in turned into a slow, funeral march-like song that included lots of dynamics (loud or soft/volume) like a scream or a cry. and it also was incredibly expressive and enunciated. i might make another post about this idk

just five and vanya being best friends as children makes my heart melt ok

-mod a

[the--sad--hatter]

Writing a story where the reader's endgame romance wasn’t set in stone is an amazing idea. As amazing as the fact that you're strong enough and kind enough to share with us your life and open up about your mental health. You are truly inspiring - and I'm not only saying that because you gave me the confidence to create this blog and post my writings in a near future. Keep doing what you're doing girl. PS: I enjoy the view as much as I enjoy your fanfictions. ♡

It was a good idea on paper but maybe not so much in practice. Perhaps in future I can do it again if I stick to one gender because that's where most of the discord seems to come from.

Maybe I was slightly bias when I had Gun have male and female love interests, and should have been more thoughtful. That's no excuse for the hate I received though, I'm not excusing their behavior, I just don't want anyone to think they can't disagree with me or give constructive critisism.

If a mess up, and I do a lot, I'd like to learn from it. Its why I've stopped making the reader the biological child of set characters, because I then exclude anyone who isn't of that race or ethnicity. There's nothing wrong with writing readers or OC's who have defined characteristics but I've realised that I like to keep it vague enough that any woman can be the reader. So I'll only mention physical features if they're something that can be changed or imagined ie: length of hair, and even then I'll only do it if there's a plot reason.

I love writing and fanfiction and I have so many ideas and formats, not all of them will be successes. Such is life. I'm still learning a lot and I'm grateful for that at least.

I'm still trying to figure out the best way to be open and including without making myself vulnerable.

Knowing that I reach people, that's amazing. To be able to inspire another person or give them confidence is the greatest joy this experience has brought me. Thank you for reaching out, for showing solidarity and support and I hope you'll find joy in blogging. If you need anything at all I'm only a message away. ❤️❤️❤️

[philosophicalparadox]

Fanfic masterpost

I can’t add links to Tumblr anymore, but I can still direct your attentions, can’t I? 

For those of you who care (because DAMN my follower count has shot up recently; Thank you!) You can find me on Fanfiction . net under the name Kaze no Akatsuki. I do not post my fanfics on Wattpad (nor anything else for that matter) anymore because frankly, I don’t like the community. I am ALL for constructive critisism, will beg for it even, but even I only have so much patience for people who never have anything nice to say. I also, sadly, don’t post on AO3 though there’s not really a reason for that, I just have never visited the site, so I don’t know what to gauge of it yet. 

That said, here are the titles and summaries of some of my fanfictions if you ever want to check them out. I can’t post them directly here, due to Tumblr rules about word count, (my chapters are always no less than 4k words) as well as the fact that I don’t remotely trust their algorithm not to flag me. But I can redirect!

Note: I will NOT be posting the names/summaries of works that have been discontinued, are on hiatus, or are under revision. The only ones to appear here are completed or in-progress works. 

In the BLUE EXORCIST fandom: 

1. Captivity, an aimless kind of fanfic that just blows where the wind is taking it. I normally have some idea in mind, but this one is just sort of writing itself, if that makes sense. It focuses on Lucifer, Homare, and Beelzebub so far.

Summary:  An intelligence gathering experience forces Lucifer out of his comfort zone, in more ways than one. The threat of unholy war hangs in the air, but that isn't going to stop him from indulging in more...mortal, curiosities. A fic examining the relationship between Lucifer and his siblings, as well as, pressingly, his lieutenant. LuciferXHomare...mostly.

2. Unbecoming: A longer fic, in progress, which is my first ever attempt at dipping into the horror genre. And it is horror. I’m talking gore, lore, and more. If ever you wanted to get a good look at my (dark) interpretation of Mephisto’s demon side, this is the fic for you. Cannibalism included. 

Summary:  What happens when you put a big mind in a small box? A tiger in a cage with lambs? A demon in a room full of exwires? Lucifer wants to find out. Boredom is a demons constant companion, but even Mephisto can only take so much. How long before the demon loses it? A game of wills, wits, and psychological pressure has begun. In the game of chess, only one king can win. Checkmate. 

In the BLACK BUTLER fandom: 

1. Almost Human: The only oneshot I have ever wrote, and also the only T-rated fic I have, though I debated on that rating for a while. An introspective look, I guess, at Ciel (our Ciel) being haunted, literally, by his past. 

Summary:  When Ciel is plagued by visions of the late Vincent Phantomhive, he gets the feeling that his phantasmal father wants to tell him something. Unbeknownst to him, that 'thing' just so happens to have the potential to unravel the complex relationship he has with his demon butler - as well as reveal the darkest sides of himself.

In the HELLSING ULTIMATE fandom: 

1. Telepathic Heart: is THE longest fanfiction I have ever written, and it is complete (for now) with a sequel in the works. Note that it is AluSeras, though AluTegra is mentioned.

Summary:  Breathing some fresh life into an overused plot. Integra is mortal; there's nothing Alucard can do about it. (Not without risking the sanctity of the relationship he has with her anyway) And Mortals die. But sometimes, their ghosts just won't leave- and maybe turn up in some unexpected places. Mostly AluSeras, slight Alu-tegra, and Angst, because Alucard's a widow many times over.

And now, for the fics belonging to fandoms that are not a part of my blog, just in case you are interested in them:

In the SERAPH OF THE END Fandom:

1. Clip My Wings: I don’t actually know about the fate of this one, but I hope to continue with it. 

Summary:  Two friends, torn apart by time, space and species, now take refuge together with the outliers of the Moon Demon Company. It would seem all is saved, but Mika is not human, and he knows it - even if everyone else tries to forget. In the wake of their time spent together, will Yuu and the crew adopt a new attitude towards vampires? And what are the consequences of this? Anime-verse.

In the YU YU HAKUSHO fandom (which I highly recommend to my Blue Exorcist followers; if you know it, you will doubtlessly recognize the hints that are in Captivity): 

1. Words as Weapons: I haven’t updated this fic in so long, though it is still going. I merely have to get around to finishing the next chapter, which is easier said than done. Gosh I wish I didn’t always pick the most complicated character dynamics sometimes. 

Summary:  In which an unprecedented side effect of Yusuke's transformation threatens to either change his world entirely or leave it in a state of total devastation- though as long as Kurama and Hiei are there to pick up the pieces, each is equally as likely to happen. A slightly dark take on Yusuke's demon transformation, with a dash of Yaoi to add some contrast. YusukexKuramaxHiei.

I apologize now if this seems in any way promotional -- it’s not, I swear it! I just wanted my followers to know what to look for and where to find them. (pfft, like you can’t just see my profile, though I don’t think that’s an option open to guests. Hence why I’m putting it here!)

Look around, or don’t, up to you! And THANK YOU to every one who has reblogged, liked  or followed me of late. I appreciate it. ;p